A/N: Ah sorry for the short chapter I am getting lazy, and well I am writting my own story at the moment... anyway I won't be posting the next chapter anytime soon.
Chapter 5: Darkness Calls
It had been three weeks since Arwen had arrived back at Minas Tirith yet, it was not the same, the people around her sensed something in her and were scared of her. She and Aragorn had not told anyone of the necklace. Legolas was still in the city wandering the gardens during the day and speaking with Aragorn at night, always thinking of how to remove the evil from Arwen. Arwen had barely left her chambers since the king and his friend Legolas had brought her back. The people of Gondor worried about their queen for if she perished they knew their King would soon follow.
Sitting alone in her chambers one night Arwen heard a faint sound coming from her husbands study, it sounded like someone arguing. Arwen silently made her way to the door, and opened it a crack. Arwen peered inside and saw her husband and Legolas arguing.
"Aragorn you can not take the necklace off Arwen, you do not know whether it would hurt her, or you for that matter," Legolas argued.
"I can not let Arwen live in darkness with out light only because I did not try something! I would rather die than see Arwen turn away from the light," Aragorn replied his face showing no emotion.
"Aragorn I know that you would die for your wife, but Gondor needs a king, do not through your life away needlessly. We will find a way to free Arwen from the evils of the necklace," Legolas saw the hidden despair in Aragorn's eyes and placed a hand on Aragorn's shoulder.
"Be at peace mellon nin, let us finish discussing this topic later when the very person we are talking about is just outside the door," Legolas pushed the door open and Aragorn saw Arwen standing there. Legolas quietly walked away knowing this was not his conversation.
Aragorn was surprised he had not felt Arwen's presence outside the door. Aragorn sighed and said, "It's all my fault. I never should have told you to leave."
"No it is not, you could not have known, do not blame yourself for this!" Arwen pleaded,
"But I could have prevented it. You might not have been captured if I had journeyed with you, and you would not be... imprisoned by that accursed necklace," Aragorn let out a frustrated sigh, "It is not right, it is just not right," he muttered to himself.
Suddenly Arwen burst out "Fine it is your fault, if you are going to mop around all day than I shall leave you and look for a way to abolish this evil!"
Aragorn stared at her aghast.
Was that Arwen talking or the necklace? Has she already succumbed to the evils of the necklace? Or is that how she truly thinks?
Arwen stormed out of the room furious, though she was not sure why, she kept asking herself why was she so mad at Aragorn for feeling guilty? Little did Arwen know that it was Ralan that was affecting her mind.
-----Lake Evendim---------
It was foggy as usual and a man, Ralan sat on a log fiddling with a black ring on a grey chain. It was akin to the necklace that Gondor's Queen was now wearing. They had both been forged in the first age just before Melkor, the corrupt Anuir was captured. They were both forged in the fires of Angband by Dark elves that had help from Melkor. After they were forged Melkor cursed them, to blacken the heart of who ever possessed either item, no matter how pure hearted they were or had once been. The necklace had been named Mornire, while the ring was named Lumnaori. When Melkor was captured the necklace and the ring were forgotten. They were thought lost forever by even the elves, yet one day Ralan happened upon them.
----Flash Back----
After leaving Rivendell, Ralan was aimlessly wandering around the forest, heart broken. He had not eaten a true meal in a few days nor had any sleep in what had seemed a long time. He knew not where he was going nor did he care. Knowing that his love was not returned by Arwen, he no longer cared what happened to his body for his soul was broken. He no longer cared if he lived or died, days and nights seemed to flow together. The bright morning sun could not pierce the gloominess of his heart.
As he stumbled through the forest just outside Rivendell, he stumbled over a dark rock protruding out of the ground. Angrily he tried to kick it but it did not move. Bending down closer to examine the object he found that it was not actually a rock but the corner of something. Curiosity kindled in his eyes, it drove him to dig up the object. Eventually he was able to haul the object out of the ground and to his surprise it was a chest, a black chest. It was hard and glass like, it was pitch black. Slowly Ralan moved his hands across the chest, there seemed to be engravings covering it and it seemed to be locked. He held it up to the light, and it showed that chest was covered with inscriptions. All but two words were indiscernible to Ralan, they were Mornire and Lumnaori. Ralan, whispered the two names to himself and to his surprise he heard a soft click. Cautiously he opened the lid of the chest and inside lay a black ring and a black necklace. Inscribed on the ring was Lumnaori. The necklace a thin chain that was pure black, with no markings, it seemed to radiate with darkness. Ralan tried to look away but he could not the ring called to him. Darkness clouded his mind, fueling a deep dark hatred. He sat there unaware of the world around him. He felt the pain of years of ridicule. Vivid memories of the people in his life were changed horribly to those of death and darkness. Memories of his family, happy and full of love, now had meanings. His family hated him, only putting up with him because they thought it the right thing to do. Friends became enemies, happy day with them nightmares. Nothing was left, but a deep dark hatred. The darkness did not destroy Ralan's love for Arwen, it used it instead to fuel his hatred to their happiness. Ralan slowly became aware of his surroundings, his heart now filled with darkness.
He was no longer, distraught but he had a purpose, to destroy the one Arwen loved, Aragorn son of Arathorn.
-----End Flash Back----
Soon Arwen will be mine and her husband the pesky King of Gondor shall be dead by her own hand, but first I must summon the Queen of Gondor. With that thought Ralan twisted the ring he was wearing and muttered a few words of the dark tongue under his breath
Ralan waved a hand and an orc came running, "Prepare a tent, fit for a Queen, for soon we will have a Queen in our mists."
Quickly the orc ran off doing as it was told.
It was late at night when most of the people o Mina Tirith slept. The gaurds of course were still taking their rounds, even the king was asleep after working hard to finish trade agreements with bordering lands, yet the Queen, Arwen was still awake reading. Sleep had and would not come to her, there were too many confusing thoughts running through her head, for earlier that night an urge had come to her to kill her husband and leave to go to Lake Evendim. Gradually the urge had gotten stronger and stronger till she could no longer resist. She new she had to leave. She dropped her book and ran out of the room.
A light shadow crossed the face of the young guard. His face became a blank mask as he fell into the oblivion of a deep dark sleep
Arwen slowly crept through the shadows, unaware of what she was doing to the guards. She knew if she stayed many things that she could not stop would happen, she needed to get as much distance between Minas Tirith and herself. To save her husband she would not return. Little by little she found herself heading in the direction of lake Evendim.
Aragorn woke to find Arwen missing. As he ran through the halls he noticed that a large amount of the guards were dozing. As he got closer to the gates he noticed more and more of the guards asleep at their posts. There seemed to be a trail of them, leading towards the gate.
Aragorn quickly ran back to his bedchamber. When he got there he noticed a folded piece of paper lying on one of the chairs in the room, that had gone unnoticed in his earlier panic. It read
I am sorry my love for leaving you but I must do not follow me, for I fear....well I can not tell you. Do not worry about me I will be ok. I am sorry, for leaving you
That was all the note said it was unsigned, though it did not matter, Aragorn could easily tell that the flowing cursive was Arwen's. Aragorn ran through the halls calling "Legolas, LEGOLAS!"
Suddenly Legolas appeared around the corner running into Aragorn knocking Aragorn over in the process. "Ah sorry my friend, I did not hear your footsteps," Legolas apologized helping Aragorn to his feet.
"That's ok I was preocoupied, I was looking for you anyway. Arwen has left Minas Tirith. I do not where she has gone she only left me a note telling me not to follow her. We need to leave as soon as possible." Aragorn replied.
"I see than I guess I shall ready the horses and get our packs," was the brisk reply he got with that Legolas walked away to get the horses readied, leaving Aragorn to inform Faramir that he would be leaving.
To be Continued
Chapter 5: Darkness Calls
It had been three weeks since Arwen had arrived back at Minas Tirith yet, it was not the same, the people around her sensed something in her and were scared of her. She and Aragorn had not told anyone of the necklace. Legolas was still in the city wandering the gardens during the day and speaking with Aragorn at night, always thinking of how to remove the evil from Arwen. Arwen had barely left her chambers since the king and his friend Legolas had brought her back. The people of Gondor worried about their queen for if she perished they knew their King would soon follow.
Sitting alone in her chambers one night Arwen heard a faint sound coming from her husbands study, it sounded like someone arguing. Arwen silently made her way to the door, and opened it a crack. Arwen peered inside and saw her husband and Legolas arguing.
"Aragorn you can not take the necklace off Arwen, you do not know whether it would hurt her, or you for that matter," Legolas argued.
"I can not let Arwen live in darkness with out light only because I did not try something! I would rather die than see Arwen turn away from the light," Aragorn replied his face showing no emotion.
"Aragorn I know that you would die for your wife, but Gondor needs a king, do not through your life away needlessly. We will find a way to free Arwen from the evils of the necklace," Legolas saw the hidden despair in Aragorn's eyes and placed a hand on Aragorn's shoulder.
"Be at peace mellon nin, let us finish discussing this topic later when the very person we are talking about is just outside the door," Legolas pushed the door open and Aragorn saw Arwen standing there. Legolas quietly walked away knowing this was not his conversation.
Aragorn was surprised he had not felt Arwen's presence outside the door. Aragorn sighed and said, "It's all my fault. I never should have told you to leave."
"No it is not, you could not have known, do not blame yourself for this!" Arwen pleaded,
"But I could have prevented it. You might not have been captured if I had journeyed with you, and you would not be... imprisoned by that accursed necklace," Aragorn let out a frustrated sigh, "It is not right, it is just not right," he muttered to himself.
Suddenly Arwen burst out "Fine it is your fault, if you are going to mop around all day than I shall leave you and look for a way to abolish this evil!"
Aragorn stared at her aghast.
Was that Arwen talking or the necklace? Has she already succumbed to the evils of the necklace? Or is that how she truly thinks?
Arwen stormed out of the room furious, though she was not sure why, she kept asking herself why was she so mad at Aragorn for feeling guilty? Little did Arwen know that it was Ralan that was affecting her mind.
-----Lake Evendim---------
It was foggy as usual and a man, Ralan sat on a log fiddling with a black ring on a grey chain. It was akin to the necklace that Gondor's Queen was now wearing. They had both been forged in the first age just before Melkor, the corrupt Anuir was captured. They were both forged in the fires of Angband by Dark elves that had help from Melkor. After they were forged Melkor cursed them, to blacken the heart of who ever possessed either item, no matter how pure hearted they were or had once been. The necklace had been named Mornire, while the ring was named Lumnaori. When Melkor was captured the necklace and the ring were forgotten. They were thought lost forever by even the elves, yet one day Ralan happened upon them.
----Flash Back----
After leaving Rivendell, Ralan was aimlessly wandering around the forest, heart broken. He had not eaten a true meal in a few days nor had any sleep in what had seemed a long time. He knew not where he was going nor did he care. Knowing that his love was not returned by Arwen, he no longer cared what happened to his body for his soul was broken. He no longer cared if he lived or died, days and nights seemed to flow together. The bright morning sun could not pierce the gloominess of his heart.
As he stumbled through the forest just outside Rivendell, he stumbled over a dark rock protruding out of the ground. Angrily he tried to kick it but it did not move. Bending down closer to examine the object he found that it was not actually a rock but the corner of something. Curiosity kindled in his eyes, it drove him to dig up the object. Eventually he was able to haul the object out of the ground and to his surprise it was a chest, a black chest. It was hard and glass like, it was pitch black. Slowly Ralan moved his hands across the chest, there seemed to be engravings covering it and it seemed to be locked. He held it up to the light, and it showed that chest was covered with inscriptions. All but two words were indiscernible to Ralan, they were Mornire and Lumnaori. Ralan, whispered the two names to himself and to his surprise he heard a soft click. Cautiously he opened the lid of the chest and inside lay a black ring and a black necklace. Inscribed on the ring was Lumnaori. The necklace a thin chain that was pure black, with no markings, it seemed to radiate with darkness. Ralan tried to look away but he could not the ring called to him. Darkness clouded his mind, fueling a deep dark hatred. He sat there unaware of the world around him. He felt the pain of years of ridicule. Vivid memories of the people in his life were changed horribly to those of death and darkness. Memories of his family, happy and full of love, now had meanings. His family hated him, only putting up with him because they thought it the right thing to do. Friends became enemies, happy day with them nightmares. Nothing was left, but a deep dark hatred. The darkness did not destroy Ralan's love for Arwen, it used it instead to fuel his hatred to their happiness. Ralan slowly became aware of his surroundings, his heart now filled with darkness.
He was no longer, distraught but he had a purpose, to destroy the one Arwen loved, Aragorn son of Arathorn.
-----End Flash Back----
Soon Arwen will be mine and her husband the pesky King of Gondor shall be dead by her own hand, but first I must summon the Queen of Gondor. With that thought Ralan twisted the ring he was wearing and muttered a few words of the dark tongue under his breath
Ralan waved a hand and an orc came running, "Prepare a tent, fit for a Queen, for soon we will have a Queen in our mists."
Quickly the orc ran off doing as it was told.
It was late at night when most of the people o Mina Tirith slept. The gaurds of course were still taking their rounds, even the king was asleep after working hard to finish trade agreements with bordering lands, yet the Queen, Arwen was still awake reading. Sleep had and would not come to her, there were too many confusing thoughts running through her head, for earlier that night an urge had come to her to kill her husband and leave to go to Lake Evendim. Gradually the urge had gotten stronger and stronger till she could no longer resist. She new she had to leave. She dropped her book and ran out of the room.
A light shadow crossed the face of the young guard. His face became a blank mask as he fell into the oblivion of a deep dark sleep
Arwen slowly crept through the shadows, unaware of what she was doing to the guards. She knew if she stayed many things that she could not stop would happen, she needed to get as much distance between Minas Tirith and herself. To save her husband she would not return. Little by little she found herself heading in the direction of lake Evendim.
Aragorn woke to find Arwen missing. As he ran through the halls he noticed that a large amount of the guards were dozing. As he got closer to the gates he noticed more and more of the guards asleep at their posts. There seemed to be a trail of them, leading towards the gate.
Aragorn quickly ran back to his bedchamber. When he got there he noticed a folded piece of paper lying on one of the chairs in the room, that had gone unnoticed in his earlier panic. It read
I am sorry my love for leaving you but I must do not follow me, for I fear....well I can not tell you. Do not worry about me I will be ok. I am sorry, for leaving you
That was all the note said it was unsigned, though it did not matter, Aragorn could easily tell that the flowing cursive was Arwen's. Aragorn ran through the halls calling "Legolas, LEGOLAS!"
Suddenly Legolas appeared around the corner running into Aragorn knocking Aragorn over in the process. "Ah sorry my friend, I did not hear your footsteps," Legolas apologized helping Aragorn to his feet.
"That's ok I was preocoupied, I was looking for you anyway. Arwen has left Minas Tirith. I do not where she has gone she only left me a note telling me not to follow her. We need to leave as soon as possible." Aragorn replied.
"I see than I guess I shall ready the horses and get our packs," was the brisk reply he got with that Legolas walked away to get the horses readied, leaving Aragorn to inform Faramir that he would be leaving.
To be Continued